She walked over to the bedside and called out to him, calling his name several times, but he did not respond, and a sense of panic rose up in her heart as she reached out and pushed him forcefully.
Rong Shaoze opened his eyes groggily, seeming out of sorts.
"What's the matter?" he asked, his words slurred.
Lin Xinlan reached out to touch his forehead; it was so cold.
She asked him anxiously, "Rong Shaoze, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"Umm... no..."
"Really?" She knelt down and touched his hand, which was also chillingly cold.
His body had almost no warmth.
He must have caught a cold, but he did not have a fever.
Rong Shaoze sniffed, his speech clearly nasal.
"My head feels a bit dizzy, but I'll be fine after some sleep."
After saying this, he drifted back into a drowsy sleep.
Lin Xinlan turned and picked up the phone, dialing Tao Hua's number.
She told him that Rong Shaoze was sick with a cold.
Tao Hua immediately exclaimed, "What did you say? He has a cold?"
